"That guy didn'tlet on how short you are up front, you know. Although I should have guessedfrom the angle that he was recording you. Which one do you ...like?"I glanced at a selection that ranged from bikini to skirt to short shorts."Got any jeans?" I asked."Jeans?" He made a face, then pointed at an outfit. "Wear this."What he selected was a colorful little bare midriff low cut tee with athick collar, and a little yellow bikini bottom. Ugh. And the number 99 wason the shirt in bright pink. ’ When there was hesitation, he added: ‘You are Jane, aren’t you? Jane Osbourne.’ ‘And you must be Charlie,’ said Jane automatically, proffering a limp hand towards him. ‘I’m pleased to finally meet you.’ ‘Likewise, Jane,’ said Charlie. ‘May I sit down?’ ‘Of course,’ said Jane, who with the pleasantries concluded could now assess Charlie Kingswood in the flesh for the first time. And what a shock and disappointment it was! It wasn’t that Charlie dressed badly or was poorly groomed. His hair. Slowly you take it deeper into you mouth, pulling back so that only the head is in, then down again, each time deeper, until you have fully engulfed me. You take a hand and begin to fondle my balls, the other hand plays with my nipples. I reach down and take you head into my hands, holding it still I start to work my hard member into your mouth. You take my hands away, and tell me to just lie back and enjoy your mouth. You take me all the way in, sucking hard as you do, the feeling is. As we kept meeting, we'd have a conversation. Dalia had an incredible smile and would flash it my way. I couldn't help but notice. Problem was, I knew right away she would be a handful. She was self-indulgent and the whole universe surrounded around her. However, she was sexy. I wasn't going to let some personal issues get in the way of some tight pussy. A red-blooded Canadian male would jump at the chance of banging a 20-year old, tight-bodied woman. I was still in my mid-20's and the window.